Novel & Cerita Revenge Aesthetic

I drained my champagne glass. The great hall erupted in applause. Robin, completely melted by my performance, leaned down and whispered possessively in my ear, "Soon, they'll all be calling me Don Gallo." The hunger for the Moretti family's wealth and power was practically boiling over in him now, an ambition he could no longer hide in his eyes. Three days until my revenge. I simply smiled at him, then turned to my brother, Marco. "Brother, I feel a little dizzy," I said, pressing my fingers to my temple and swaying slightly.

He lifts her up and they sway to the music, her head resting on his shoulder. Selene's eyes sting with tears. How did they get here? How did two people who started with so much hatred end up with so much love? She remembers the first time she saw Damien. At that charity gala where he looked at her like she was the enemy. Where he decided she would pay for crimes she didn't commit. Where he set in motion a plan that would destroy them both and somehow end up saving them. It began with revenge. Pure, cold, calculated revenge. He married her to hurt her. To control her. To make her suffer every single day for what he believed she'd done to his company.

They looked peaceful from here, the streets below moving in rhythm, unaware of what was about to unfold. A soft sound came from the hallway, one of the servants passing by. I didn’t turn. My reflection in the glass stared back at me, and for a moment I barely recognized it. My face looked older, harder. The anger that had once burned brightly had settled into something quieter, more deliberate. People often mistook revenge for passion, but it wasn’t. Passion fades. Revenge endures. It becomes a discipline, a habit that keeps you alive long after reason has gone. *

All those savages should feel what it's like to live in agony. Alexander immediately reached out and asked for Andre's profile. He is the type of person who is so careful in making decisions because the consequences will be difficult if not well thought out. He even had to go through a lot of time just to come back with a new and superior performance in order to carry out his revenge. The pain in his heart that hadn't gone away for several years and he kept thinking of ways to get back at them, and of course it all needed to be a struggle and couldn't fail. “Andre... who is he?”

Prepare to defend our home! Sophia felt a quiver run down her spine as the transforming forms into their wolf forms emerged, a feeling of dread, yet determination that this was a fight over what rightfully belonged to them-one that needed to be done. Though her heart bled for Daniel-how she wished she could reach him, pull him back from the darkness he seemed to fall into. Stay close to me, Sophia," Ash said, turning into his wolf form beside her. His fur glinted reassuringly in the moonlight. "We'll face this together."

Preston interjects, furious. "That's rich coming from you, Preston." I narrowed my eyes on him. "And anyways, I'm the one calling the shots, here" I continued, flashing him a glimpse of the photos I captured of him and Miss Brooks. "Why can't you just forget about this, like it never happened? Why can't you just forgive and forget?" Preston asks, frustrated. "I wouldn't be the Revenge Artist if I did" I smirk, using Natalie's ingenious line.

she said cautiously trying not to enrage him. "So do you hate me now? Or felt pity, and that's why you forgave me easily?" He asked, his words not sounding calm. "I neither hate you nor felt pity. What you did was out of emotions. The situation you was in might led to anything or something worse than you did. I don't judge you for that. I neither felt pity because you took your revenge. You made your life better on your own like every adult but it was really something courageous. And maybe the behavior you had with me or everything you did might be the consequence of your disturbed past. So I neither judged you nor felt sentimental but I felt your pain of losing your mother. Because I also l

Jefferson said. I felt determined. A feeling of hatred and anger rushed through my veins. It was finally the time now. The time to launch my attack. The time to take away everything that b*stard achieved. The game has just begun, and the end will be deadly. It's going to be the end of that murderer. My venomous revenge will begin shortly. Xx____xX

“Are you doing all this to make yourself feel better? Cassandra is your child too and little Cassie did love her big sister and looked forward to carrying her little nieces. I know this is hard for me but I can't say for sure if it is the same for a cruel monster as you. She is your blood and you want to watch her die such a miserable death under the pretext of payback? Emelda I know a thousand people who deserve to get payback and vengeance but despite the number you don't feature in it. You are the perpetrator here and not the victim so what makes you think you deserve to take revenge on others? She is your daughter, a child you had abandoned because you wanted more wealth and power than t

I could feel his rage burning through the phone, even though he was miles away, like a heat wrapping around me. “They did this to you? You lost your leg for that bastard and they still mistreated you? I’m going to ruin them. I swear it.” “No!” I snapped, sitting upright, swiping tears off my cheeks. “No, Ric. That won’t be sweet enough. That’s not the best revenge.” There was silence. Then, quieter and more focused, he asked, “What do you want to do?” “I want to destroy them myself,” I said, voice calm, a dark certainty hardening inside me. “But not fast. Slowly. Gently. I want them to rot from the inside out.”